Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Swans,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.